She gasps and arches beneath him, her grip tightening on him. Desire flares like white phosoporus in water, burning in her skin, down to her very bones. Her hands pull him down for a searing kiss, and she opens for him, breath and body. Nothing else matters, she tells herself, not Maria, not Random, not Michael.
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Date: 2010-03-15 08:27 pm (UTC)Just this.